Homecoming 2013

I haven't blogged about it yet but in late September, Braeden went to Homecoming.  He went with his friend Dana.  To ask her, he froze the question in a jug of water.  She had to thaw the ice to get to the question.  He enlisted Emma's help in running the frozen jug up to the door, ringing the doorbell and running to the waiting car where Braeden was waiting to drive away.  It was all very stressful for her.  They were both very worried about getting caught.  What's the worse that could have happened?

The next day Dana gave Braeden a bag of candy with a note inside.  It read, "Heck yeah!"

Braeden and a group of friends gathered at our house the night of the dance.  Jadon was the first to arrive.

photo bomb by a little green Saturn that refuses to die...

Jadon told Braeden we had been playing Mancala wrong.  I didn't believe him, because sometimes I'm argumentative like that.  Also, I always win at Mancala when I play these people so I didn't want the rules to change.  I went to find the instructions but they were not in the box.  Braeden said, "We don't read instructions.  We probably threw them away."

(Which is why we don't really ever know rules.)  

It's not strictly true though.  Adam reads instructions.  Emma too probably.  Braeden and I would rather make up the rules than read the instructions.

Instructions.  Bleh.

But the rule Jadon taught us is a real game changer.  

(But this blog post is not about Mancala or rules.)

Homecoming.

Rather than Braeden pick Dana up, her mom wanted to bring her over so she could take pictures of the group.  Corsage pinning ensued.

They were a nice group of kids.  Friendly and polite and funny.

Braeden used to have a suit coat but the sleeves are about 3 inches too short.  I'm not replacing it until he's good and done growing.

Adam and I made dinner and set a festive table (Adam mostly made the dinner, I mostly made things festive):

I like Braeden's friends.

Especially Jadon.  It's a how-can-you-not-love-a-boy-that-poses-with-Horace kind of a thing.  (I didn't even ask them to include Horace.  They're just goofy enough to do it all on their own.)